C.S. Lewis

There are far better things ahead
than any we leave behind

Hunting for Tiddleyham Bumbershoot

Pickwick

We write these words now, many miles distant from the spot
at which, year after year, we met on that day, a merry and joyous
circle.  Many of the hearts that throbbed so gaily then, have
ceased to beat; many of the looks that shone so brightly then,
have ceased to glow; the hands we grasped, have grown cold; the
eyes we sought, have hid their lustre in the grave; and yet the old
house, the room, the merry voices and smiling faces, the jest,
the laugh, the most minute and trivial circumstances connected
with those happy meetings, crowd upon our mind at each
recurrence of the season, as if the last assemblage had been but
yesterday!  Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the
delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the
pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the
traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and
his quiet home!

George Winston - December

moon and music

songs devout and sweet

These good people sang

Songs devout and sweet;
    While the rafters rang,
There they stood with freezing feet.
        Let us by the fire
        Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire!

Holly

embracing the gratitude

despite fear
in celebration
interrupting anxiety
with a thrill and thanks

Wildflowers and thanksgiving

Your 7th birthday since

Love you forever

We have come...

We have come to be danced
  Not the pretty dance
  Not the pretty, pretty, pick me, pick me dance
  But the claw our way back into the belly
  Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
  The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
  The holding the precious moment in the palms
  Of our hands and feet dance.

We have come to be danced
  Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
  But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
  The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
  The slap the apology from our posture dance.
  We have come to be danced
  Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
  One two dance like you
  One two three, dance like me dance
  but the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
  The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.

We have come to be danced
  Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
  But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
  Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
  The strip us from our casings, return our wings
  Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
  The shed dead cells and slip into
  The luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced
  Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
  But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance
  The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
  The mother may I?
  Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
  The olly olly oxen free free free dance
  The everyone can come to our heaven dance.

We have come to be danced
  Where the kingdoms collide
  In the cathedral of flesh
  To burn back into the light
  To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
  To root in skin sanctuary

We have come to be danced
  We have come.

Jewel Mathieson

If...this old house would have been burned down a long time ago

Attaboy

Julie Fowlis sings a new song in Colorado

Painted Ladies

Butterfly's Day Out

s

Independence Pass to Aspen

Sometimes

Equinox color

kiss the earth

Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do
There are hundreds of way to kneel
And kiss the earth.

Rumi

Eclipse, NYC, every street corner

All of Me

atticus

she wasn't looking for a knight

she was looking for a sword

Independence Day

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's,
ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again

Langston Hughes

Let the music play

:)

Despite weather and sickness
Despite fear
Despite distance
and sadness
and grieving stomachs twisted with loss

let the music play

Girl,...Rising

I am so proud to be part of your adventure

Wings of Angels

Maya

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   

But when I start to tell them, 

They think I’m telling lies. 

I say, 

It’s in the reach of my arms, 

The span of my hips,   

The stride of my step,   

The curl of my lips.   

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman,   

That’s me. 

I walk into a room 

Just as cool as you please,   

And to a man, 

The fellows stand or 

Fall down on their knees.   

Then they swarm around me, 

A hive of honey bees.   

I say, 

It’s the fire in my eyes,   

And the flash of my teeth,   

The swing in my waist,   

And the joy in my feet.   

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 

Men themselves have wondered   

What they see in me. 

They try so much 

But they can’t touch 

My inner mystery. 

When I try to show them,   

They say they still can’t see.   

I say, 

It’s in the arch of my back,   

The sun of my smile, 

The ride of my breasts, 

The grace of my style. 

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 

Now you understand 

Just why my head’s not bowed.   

I don’t shout or jump about 

Or have to talk real loud.   

When you see me passing, 

It ought to make you proud. 

I say, 

It’s in the click of my heels,   

The bend of my hair,   

the palm of my hand,   

The need for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me.